The Bionic Woman Page #7

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Jaime lets go of the wall, steps more and more CONFIDENTLY -until

she's walking TOTALLY NORMALLY.

32.

JAIME:

So how do you make the world "better?"

Jonas reaches a door, sweeps a passkey over the sensor, as a

SCANNER rakes over his eye.

JONAS:

Come in and find out.

We hear the chunky LOCK disengage, the heavy door opens Jonas

holds it, gesturing her through with a gentlemanly bow.

INT. OPS CENTER -- DAY

A darkened room, HUMMING with activity, this is the CENTRAL

NERVOUS SYSTEM of Jonas' SPEC OPS DIVISION. Computers,

simulation boards, plotting maps, all the EQUIPMENT and STAFF

you'd need to run SUPPORT for military operations.

JONAS:

This is a branch of my organization.

The sharp end of the stick, you might

say.

At the center is a huge, complex bank of MONITORS. A WOMAN

sits at the controls, hands flying across the FIVE KEYBOARDS

in front of her. This is --

RUTH TREADWELL, 50's, as tough as she is smart (which is

saying something.) She radiates a kind of don't-f***-with-me

confidence that's sexy at any age.

Along with ALL THE TECH STAFF, Ruth's eyes are fixed on the

huge CENTRAL MONITOR that dominates the room -- the room is

practically VIBRATING with TENSION. *

Ruth glances away from her work to look to Jonas -- and PAUSES *

at the sight of Jaime beside him. She raises an eyebrow.

RUTH:

(softly)

Well, well.

But Ruth can't spare any more time, she snaps back to her

keyboards, her attention fixed on the MONITOR.

RUTH (CONT'D)

It's bad. Two minutes behind schedule

and counting.

Jaime follows their gazes, looking up to the MONITOR -

ON THE MONITOR, flickering black-and-white REMOTE FEED shows

SIX GUYS in black fatigues in a MILITARY WEAPONS LAB. SIGNS

written in KOREAN are on the walls and door -- apparently

the feed is being transmitted from Korea.

33.

Two STAND GUARD at the door, tense and SILENT; TWO OTHERS

are at the far exit, and the FINAL TWO are working on a large,

CONICAL MACHINE, gun-metal gray, a PANEL open in the side.

ON JAIME as she STARES at the sinister conical shape, there's

something FAMILIAR about that machine...

JAIME:

(in disbelief)

Is that... ?

JONAS:

A nuclear warhead. They're

reprogramming it.

RUTH:

(tightly)

We hope.

ON THE MONITOR, one of the SPEC OPS GUYS, BRETT ROLLINS, is

deftly RECONNECTING wires inside the warhead.

JONAS:

(low, explaining)

Your standard issue unbalanced

dictator is about to test a nuclear

device --that device. If he

succeeds, and takes his country

nuclear, the whole region could go

up in smoke. Governments all over

the world are trying to sanction

him, negotiated with him -

(dismissive)

Waste of time.

ON THE MONITOR, a leanly muscled NAVAJO, DANNY ATCITTY, types

rapidfire into a miniature console wired to the warhead's

interior guts. He works with terrifying FOCUS.

JAIME:

(sudden horror)

Wait -- tell me you're not about to

blow up a head of state -

JONAS:

Don't be thick. Assassination's

remarkably destabilizing.

International uproar, everyone looking

for you afterwards, blah blah blah -not

worth the bother, really.

ON THE MONITOR, one of the Guys turns from the door -- it's

JAE, whom we last saw with Jonas. Jae makes a sharp, urgent

HAND SIGNAL to the others -

34.

RUTH:

(urgently)

Jonas. They're not going to make it -

ON THE MONITOR, the door BLOWS OPEN in a BARRAGE of GUNFIRE,

the noise OVERWHELMING after the tense silence. GUARDS in

KOREAN MILITARY UNIFORMS SWARM into the room --

The Spec Ops Guys DIVE for cover, two are HIT immediately,

going down -- the rest FIRE fast and accurate, TAKING OUT

Military Guards left and right. The FLASH of muzzle fire,

turns the monitor BLINDING WHITE, guns CRACK, people SHOUT -

ON JAIME, horrified at watching the men DYING on the monitor

right in front of her -- until --

JONAS:

(disgusted)

Oh for the love of -- shut it down.

Shut it down!

ON THE MONITOR, the gunfire STOPS abruptly. As the dust

settles -- the Military Guards and Spec Ops Guys still

standing reach down, HELPING UP the "dead" guys, who have

SPLATTERED PAINT on them to show where they were "hit." The

Spec Ops Guys look deeply PISSED.

Ruth sighs, turns to Jaime, holding out her hand,

straightforward, frank.

RUTH:

Ruth Treadwell. Intel, logistics

and de facto den mother. Nice to

meet you.

INT. TRAINING COMPLEX -- DAY

The massive, hangar-like TRAINING COMPLEX, complete with

FIRING RANGE, combat areas, climbing walls and various weapons

training equipment, several WORKBENCHES -- and also -

A MOCK-UP ROOM in the center of the hangar, door open to

show the KOREAN WEAPONS LAB we saw on the monitor. Covered

with dust and paint splatters, the Spec Ops Guys are emerging

from the room, Jae at their head, looking GRIM.

JAE:

(to one of the Guys)

Shepherd, you missed the secondary

failsafe reset. Again. It set off

the interior alarms -

RUTH, JONAS AND JAIME enter, head toward the Spec Ops Guys,

Jaime looking around at the training equipment as they go.

35.

JAIME:

(to Jonas)

So what we saw, that was just, what,

training?

JONAS:

Practice makes perfect.

RUTH:

It damned well better. Real mission's

in ten days.

JONAS:

The boys are going to break in to

the Korean weapons lab and reprogram

the bomb -- and not a soul will know

they were there. When test time

comes, instead of going "boom," the

bomb will just go kind of...

phffftttt.

(satisfied)

The humiliation and expense will be

huge. Put our dictator friend right

off making more. He'll stop his

nuclear program -- and think it's

his own idea.

He's reached the Spec Ops Guys now, his grin fades.

JONAS (CONT'D)

(to the Guys, sarcastic)

Assuming we can actually do this

without getting caught, shot, or

setting the damned nuke off ourselves.

Jae, meanwhile, has caught sight of JAIME. He isn't happy.

JAE:

(warning)

Jonas -

JONAS:

Jaime Sommers, I'd like you to meet

my Spec Ops team. Jae Kim, team

leader. Hand to hand and tactics.

The other Spec Ops Guys have ranged themselves loosely behind

Jae. They're looking Jaime over with a kind of stony

DISTRUST. Jonas IGNORES it, introduces them one by one.

JONAS (CONT'D)

Daniel Atcitty:
codes, ciphers and

cryptography. Peter Maclaren: small

arms. Brett Rollins: explosives and

munitions. Neil Shepherd: breaking

and entering, infiltration, alarm

disabling -

36.

The next Guy, RADCLIFFE HARMON, a rangy TEXAN, speaks up:

RADCLIFFE:

Kinda arguable point just right now -

NEIL:

(automatically)

Shut up, Radcliffe.

JONAS:

(not missing a beat)

-- and Radcliffe Harmon, bladed

weapons.

RADCLIFFE:

And general hell-raisin'.

(verbal hat tip)

Ma'am.

Jaime looks a little HELPLESSLY at the battle-hardened

SOLDIERS in front of her.

JAIME:

Um, hi.

JAE:

What is she doing here?

JONAS:

Hopefully, signing on.

(pointedly)

It's obvious we can use her.

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